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Urrhhrrhrhrrhrhrh STUPID object show thing that I actually have motivation to do at the moment.

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So hi! this is fanmade and I have my Ocs Rosa, Z, And F in it so just so you know what those characters are remember this is fanmade none of this is real!

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a game of truth n dare with her friends n now she is standing in front of section e with a wig , lose clothes, chest binder n a different gender this is chous "wht the... she stole my first kiss" "oh he is my brother " "hlo everyone my name is Jasper jare mariono Fernandez call me jare "

barely anyone reads descriptions anymore But btw I feel like im probably not gonna complete this but yeah have fun tho

(Kinda oc angst) Elizabeth is a forsaken killer who usually thinks about what she's done in the past all for validation, and after dying to her older sister and ending up in the game, she went to find validation through something else... Killing (Ofc vro)

It's been a year. One whole year since Rory Morerra was ever my friend. Since I had even spoken to him. And now he's on my volleyball team. More like I'm on his team now. Clyde Robinson is fine with his life right now. On the volleyball team without having to do any work, school, home, friends. But sometimes it just feels a little empty. Like something's missing, but he doesn't know what. What he does feel is the infinite rage for the boy who cheated on his best friend and somehow still manages to look that good. Rory Morrera moves fast. Maybe a little too fast. Volleyball is the only thing that can pull him out and slow him down. That and McDonalds. After getting out of his most recent breakup with Anna, he isn't looking for anything at all. But love doesn't give a shit what you're looking for...

Here lays my poopy art. I don't know man I was forced to make this by @torodrago888 Drawings in here are mainly my ocs and occasionally fandom stuff (cover not mine)

My Marriage with @F4LL3N-ANG3L <3

Basically my new outlet. This was spurred by a journaling topic in my Tech class, which is actually the first chapter here.

*minion voice* ello. So, this blurb is imaginary conversations between me and minions. :) Enjoy! -ThisSapphireMofo A/N I'm really sorry for the slow updates but because of school I haven't really been on wattpad...

An extremely short fic where Nori and Khan are innocent little teenagers hopelessly in love <3 No absolute solver thing in here, we're here to see these guys happy and silly I might add more? If I feel motivated? This was originally planned to just be one chapter I wrote for fun but if I feel like adding more then I might :) Written 10.15.23

In the year 2010, Heaven-sent went through a major trauma that caused her to acquire dissociative amnesia. With her memory getting erased everyday, she tries to recollect her past through her old journals. One day, she meets Chi Espina. The story unfolds from there on.

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 . . . a bored girl reveals her socials 𖤐

taekook au wherein taehyung is well known being THE bad boy of the university there are always beef between him and the two goody shoes Jungkook, there is tension between them, inshort they are rivals. But what if his greatest nemises jungkook saw taehyung crawling while sucking his thumb. "are you my d-daddy?" "what the fvck?!"

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hehe im a ugly ash

This is a fanfiction, where Douma, (I do not own the character.) Is placed in a college setting, roomated with four other boys, hiding somethong, will he run, or will he stay? Xion is a 19 year old aged man, 5"10. His eyes are a deep blue, with brown silky hair. Zach is the same age, a black messy cut with a fluffy fringe st the front, brown eyes and the same height as Douma, 6"1. Michael is 18, taller by a few inches obertaking the others. His eyes are hazel, with a dirty blonde head of hair. Eric is just the same hright, blue eyes, like a ocean with vivid waves. His black hair kept neat. Douma is around 6"1, Rainbow prismed eyes, thick ish eyebrows. His hsir is a silver undertoned blonde, a layered cut, with a central lock on his face. Douma's family conflict is in the way, stirred in the pot of problems by his father. He knows, that he can never ne the perfect son; but he dosen't care, he never will. He's aware his father won't change his opinions of him, this story reflects the alternste universe of his family life that fills him with emptiness.